Growing up I was very observant to my surroundings so before my parents decided to separate I notice that my parents had more differences than usual regarding everyday tasks. During this time the atmosphere in our house grew dark. Suddenly the stability of my family was gone. I remember the day when my father and mother sat my siblings and me down to let us know on their decision to part ways. I still remember the look in my little brother's face, as he was deeply sadden by the by the news, his eyes immediately filled with tears that rolled down his cheeks. I remember holding his hand to let him know that I was there for him.

In the meantime there was a heavy pain in my chest, and sadness filled our hearts.Within days we relocated to another neighborhood, I grew resentful missing our other house and lack of shared family experiences.During the weeks/Months that followed the days and night lost their beauty, even the food lost its flavor, suddenly it was as if their I was in a dark grayish tunnel where I prayed and looked for a glimpse of light to shine through…. and that prayer was answered through my grandmother with her love, patience, and guidance she thought through our lives. It was a difficult time for my sibling and I, but we learned that after a thunderstorm and rainbow shines!

My parents getting divorce hasn’t really affected me and will continue to do no harm to my family and I. This is how I know that the bad things bring good things along with it and that pain doesn’t last forever and that my life is a perfect example of “ Life being a rollercoaster, it has its ups and downs” so this is what I know how’s it’s like to have parents that are separated and are getting divorce.